A stylish companion for pleasure

The air was filled with a whiff of opulence as Marc entered the dim restaurant. His stylish appearance immediately drew everyone's attention — a tailored jacket, elegant pants and a smile that promised adventure. Under the dim lights and the clang of wine glasses, he seemed like a magnetic star in a galaxy full of bored faces. She sat at the window, with a view of the sparkling river — Clara. Her elegant simplicity suited him perfectly, and there was an unfathomable depth in her curiosity. Marc had already looked at them from afar, his head tilted slightly, the magnetic attraction between them palpable. The moment came when he decided to talk to her. He sat down at her table, their eyes met, and at that moment, time stood still. Whether it was the timid touch of her hands or the flashing of desire in her eyes; the game of her wishes had begun. You could almost physically feel the attraction between them as they chatted about trivial things. But every sentence, every suggestion, increased the tension — an invisible string that pulled their bodies closer together while the rest of the space around them blurred. And when he found the courage to put a strand of hair behind her ear, it was as if the world was passing away around her. The looks became longer, the touches bolder. Clara felt her heart beating faster, and the heat that was pulsing between them literally asked to be unleashed. Marc leaned in closer and the moment of hesitation between them was gone. Their lips came closer to each other when a quiet thought came over him—what if they didn't just spend the night with words?